The other day Teresa and Katie came screaming into the house to tell me " A SNAKE!!! A SNAKE!!! THERE'S A SNAKE IN THE YARD!!!" I grabbed my camera and ran out to investigate. Mind you, I'm well aware that there are not much in the way of poisonous snakes around these parts so I wasn't too frightened of what I might find. And as much as a teensy spider can send me screaming for the hills, I'm not too scared of snakes. The girls are not as calm as I am concerning snakes. They pointed me in the general direction of said reptile and then cowered back about a hundred yards. I slowly walked over behind the screen house and upon some careful investigation found this little specimen.
Can you tell that it's totally fake? I nearly started to laugh but stopped myself because I got an evil idea. A wonderful awful idea. (source anyone? ; ) I picked up a small twig from the ground and hooked the little snake on the twig.
I made sure to scream in fright as I thrust the snake on a twig in the girls' faces just to up the terror factor. Because that's the kind of mother I am.
I will have only myself to blame when they end up in therapy.